Buried Alive - Direct Hit!

He’s got a carcass in the basement

And it’s high time he found a replacement

It’ll be just like a first date, but better

It’s the farthest that he’s been from

A careful process for a quick completion

Cause the bomb’s just a couple clicks from his suburb

So he doesn’t have to please her

Just apply a kitchen towel soaked with ether

And sit her upright in the last car she’ll ride in

Drag her inside bound with duct tape

Under his arm, like a baby or a pound cake

Set the knives out, put the IV inside her

It’s gone on and on and on and on and on and on and on

But he’s dried out his eyes, as he’s buried alive

All the girls that he’s met every season

Keeps a book, photographs, his victims in tact

So he can have a memory of it all

But the world’s bound to end in a minute or ten

He knows routine’s nothing but a shadow

And pasted shots of his kills are pointless frills, oh no

Because the bomb’s just a couple clicks from his suburb

It’s his last night, so he slows down

Takes a breath, doesn’t have to sweat the cops now

But the practice is soon to leave him exhausted

And when he wakes up she’s above him

Saying «Baby, let’s go out enjoy the sunset —

It’s the last time we’ll get to enjoy it

And it’s the farthest that we’ve been from

A careful process for a quick completion

Because the bomb’s just a couple clicks from our suburb

It’s not atrocious, we’ll be sleeping

And the universe of course will end up weeping

On the staircase in the corner.

So, sorry."

So the carcass in the basement

Became a whole lot more than a replacement

It became just like a first date, but better

So he dries out his eyes, as he buries alive

This doomed world that has seen its last season

And the book, photographs, his victims in tact

Won’t leave a single memory of it all

Cause the world sees the end in a minute or ten

And the routine’s just a fucking shadow

And all his shots of his kills were pointless frills, oh no